THANK YOU, THEATRE HISTORY I TEXTBOOK!

I was a patsy.
Actually, I, and several others who purchased books off of Half.com (A website which I still adore, mind you.) from a particular seller ("diablosd5", just in case you were wondering.) are all laying wait until we're able to file claims against someone who I will eloquently deem a "dickwad."
Hmm. Something less harsh.
Perhaps, "dork-face?"
Better. Much, much better.
That whole situation is hardly of consequence, however, and I'll probably get my money back as soon as I am able to complain officially to the gods of cheap books.

It's amazing how passive I can be about this. Until recently, I would have been yelling at my computer or shaking babies, or taking some sort of action that would adequately express my rage and frustration over said internet bull. But, the fact of the matter is that I am unequivocally exhausted, overly content with life thus far, and rearing for more petty excitement to fuel my day.

This weekend holds the promise of little rest, a bit of Departmental Proclamation via Campus Visit Day, and possibly, if I'm lucky, some pie.
Pie. Ha.
Chicken nuggets. Salad. Something appetizing.

Fear not, gentle soul. I remain the eternal fat kid.

POST NUMBER 700, BETCH.

Given my daily state of affairs, seven hundred posts in close to three years seems viable and responsible enough a catalog of my life thus far.
So, as an educated and mature response, I include this video.

Enjoy.

"A WAY BACK TO THEN."

In these trappings of evening that have left me feeling less and less human, and increasingly inconsequential as the minutes tick by, at least I have managed to find something that perpetuates my heart's relentless sigh.



What would I do without [title of show]?

HUGH THE FISH (SEPTEMBER 30TH, 2005- SEPTEMBER 12TH, 2006)

We had a nice long run together, Hugh.
You will be loved and missed.
Go blow bubbles in that big ocean in the sky, and I'll see you again someday.


Here's to you, my friend.

DANDY.

It is eternally comforting to know that I will always, without fail, contain the capacity to make a veritable buffoon of myself.
Endlessly thankful, I sit basking in the relatively impartial knowledge that regardless of my understanding of life thus far, I'm pretty much ready for whatever this humbling existence has to throw at me. I'm intentionally casting myself in the way of positivity and personal interaction, and I cannot be more thankful for the things and people it has allotted me in this short span of time.

I welcome tomorrow, and the next day.

BASICALLY, I'M DYING.

There have been moments, and, in fact, days of my life where I have felt better than I do right now.
Much better. Significantly better. Muy bueno. Tres bien.
(Neither of which are literal translations of anything.)

I am consistently drugged, and have been for the last forty-eight hours, all in hopes of recovering some sort of state of physical health or poise.
Not that I expect said attempts to help, but...

Wow. Tylenol PM is fun.
NyQuil is, too.
Kelley sleepy.

DEVOID.

What can I possibly force myself to say, and how can I humanly make sense of any situation that could approach me right now?
I am spinning in every legitmate and metaphorical realm, and I need my phone to start ringing at this very instant.
This place (emotionally speaking), in the purest of logical terms, is "doing me in."

INTENSE LEARNING AHEAD.

I've finally garnered a few moments to transcribe my thoughts, feelings, or even understandings of the past days.
And, of course, I'm absolutely clueless of what to say.
I am, as was expected, exhausted, but I'm also enjoying the company of some of my favorite people ever, and that, in itself, has left me buoyant and joyful enough to compensate for any discrepancies.

My preparation for speech (at this moment) consists of [title of show]-ing myself to death, playing a speed round of sudoku, and watching as roomie decorates her span of the pad. She made me coffee this morning, which was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me at ten AM. Thanks, roomie.

I am unbelievably thankful that today is Friday. Perhaps that shows a sign of weakness, seeing as we're roughly three days into the semester, but I'd like to think of it as a willingness to invigorate myself in preparation for the intense learning ahead.

Intense learning. Ha. That should be a contact sport, a la dodgeball.
Later.